Monday, December 20, 2004

 

I think deep down every parent at some time hopes that their children have children as "unique" as they are so they can understand. I can say, this may have occurred for us.
Picture it. 11:10 am church service, the sanctuary is packed and they are ready for the Pre-kindergarten-2nd grade Christmas program.
Sabrina fits in the Pre-Kindergarten category.
All the children are filed before the congregation dressed in their costumes ready for their songs that they will all sing in unison. I catch Sabrina's eye and we wink at each other.
Now it was sometime between that wink and the first not of the first song that a whirlwind of thoughts must have flooded through Sabrina's head. All of which successfully freaked this little girl out.
She started crying. Ugly crying.
A volunteer parent rushes up to her and whispers something in her ear and she screams above the entire shoir of children that "NO, I want my Daddy."
She then ran over and planted herself on my lap for the remainder of the program.
Now I could have been very upset with her or even disappointed, but at that moment, I realized that she was the little girl of the same guy who made his dad stand in the photo with him for pictures and made his mom stay all day during Kindergarten the first day. I totally understand that she has the same genes that I have that makes me terrified of balloons.
So, it seems I did get a child that acted just like I did growing up.

posted by brian 9:16 AM